We thought that we had the answers, it was the questions we had wrong.

She took the posters downtown that afternoon. She filled a rolling suitcase with them ... she took a stapler. And a box of staples. And hope. I think of those things. The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape, the hope. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and hop.

Pitch black darkness, A light is better facing backwards than no light at all.

they didn't even try to arrest her in a gentlemanly way.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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